No Cash

My week in New York City is my attempt to enter the present age when no one wants money, as in cash.  The MTA (Metro Transit Authority) wants me to buy a card with my cash or credit card and then use this computerized card to go where I will.  The limo services want me to sign up ahead of time, e.g. Uber, so that they just charge my card for the ride and send me a receipt.  You want a map? Go on the computer and find a map of where the buses go and where the trails are in Central Park.  The Big Apple is reminding me that the City of my birth and school years has changed.  It is I who have been left behind.  Maybe this is why I like my summer in the monastery?  it is why I like old friends.  New York was full of them this week.